Quotes About Ocean

As soon as the earth's crust cooled enough, the rains began to fall. Never have there been such rains since that time. They fell continuously, day and night, days passing into months, into years, into centuries. They poured into the waiting ocean basins, or, falling upon the continental masses, drained away to become sea.

The sound of the ocean breaking our silence was like chocolate syrup poured into a glass of milk, dispersing into awkward dark clumps while waiting to be stirred.

Nothing could have prepared me for the reality of the situation here. You just can't imagine it unless you see it. And even then your experience is not at all the reality: what with the difficulties the Israeli army would face if they shot an unarmed US citizen, the fact that I have money to buy water when the army destroys wells, and of course, the fact that I have the option to leave. I am allowed to see the ocean.

watching the sea as it carried to shore millions of fragments of the sun and cast them, cooled and foaming, on the sand.

darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute

About sixty feet ahead, Chang ran along a surfline of gray shadows, where the waves of light dissolved against the shore of night.

Here, in the quiet hours after midnight. Like sitting on a beach. The night rolls and breaks and tosses up our losses like bits of wreckage, all that's left of one ship or another.

For a while, as the spent sky sluggishly refilled its reservoir with laden clouds drawn off the ocean, Bibi

once heard it explained that being near the ocean, with the surf and the swirling waters, was like being tucked inside a mother's womb.

We are all bodies of water, guarding the mystery of our depths, but some of us have more to guard than others.

Its perorations verge upon the ceaseless orations of the ocean: For reality's glow and glory, without poetry, Fade, like the red operas of sunset, The blue rivers and windows of morning.

My father is dead! As soon as he'd said it, Fiskadoro saw he'd made it true again--again for the first time. Did it just go around and around? He began to see that his sorrow wasn't simple. It wasn't one thing, but a thousand things carrying him away to the Ocean: the work of a person's life was to drink it.

It's my last year in the navy, he explained to the girl. I came across this ocean and died. They might as well bring back my bones. I'm all different.

She drew in a breath of salty sea air and let it out, mentally disconnecting with life on land even as the boat whisked her away from it. Just for today, she'd leave her worries behind and surrender to the wind's wiles.

An entire tree swept past the door, upside down, its roots sprouting upward like horns. "You see that?" "Yeah. It's gonna wake up in the middle of the ocean, say, 'Wait a second. This isn't right.' "'I'm supposed to be over there.' "'Took me years to get that hill looking the way I wanted it.

Montooth squared himself, his eyes suddenly clear. "You heard the earth's mostly water, right?" Joe nodded. "And people think God lives up in the sky, but that don't never make much sense to me because the sky is way, way up there, not part of us, you know?" "But the ocean?" Joe said. "That's the skin of the world. And I think God lives in the drops. Moves through a wave like the foam itself. I look

Soft waves broke against the rocks.

he would never, ever, get in the ocean again.... He could feel the age of it, more ancient than gods and prouder of its body count.

Inland Florida was not the Florida of blue ocean, white sand, and crushed-white-shell parking lots. It was a land sun bleached and sickened after too many droughts and wildfires.

Did ye know that the silkies put aside their skins when they come ashore, and walk like men? And if ye find a silkie's skin and hide it, he—or she—" he added, fairly, "canna go into the sea again, but must stay with ye on the land.

I love open water diving and first tried it in Vanuatu.

I'd become the little surfer in my childhood drawings.

Emotions are like waves rising on the ocean of the ind. Waves are part of the ocean, but not the ocean itself. Even an ocean whose surface is wracked by fierce wind and rain contains great calm in its depth. In the same way, a deep,bright seat of the mind lies beyond our stormy emotions.

Heaven is dancing Dancing and laughing, Ocean and land Are dancing along, Undulating to the breath of the sky.